The lights of the distant oil refinery smeared themselves across the rain speckled coach window. I'd never seen it at night and had to admit that it was quite a sight. I watched as the guy opposite pulled on a bottle of red wine and examined his mobile phone before glancing up, forcing me to avert my gaze like a chastened child. I looked down at the bag between my feet and decided that I too needed the warm burn of alcohol in my gut. The headphones went back on and I settled back, waiting for the city to return.
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